You’re Not In a Hurry

So I was reading a book (big surprise) and the author was talking about how we unconsciously tell ourselves little lies throughout the day. She pointed out several funny things but there was one thing in particular that really stood out to me.

You’re in a hurry.

As I thought more and more about this, I realized just how true it really is. I’m always rushing, on the go, feeling like I’m late (granted sometimes I am). But most of the time, I’m really not in a hurry. Like why am I racing around the kitchen at 6 am pouring my Cheerios like there’s some timer I have to beat? Better question, why do I scarf them down in a record time of 30 seconds? Sometimes I feel like I would be really good at those hot dog eating contests… hmm professional hot dog eater or professional writer? Definitely something to think about. But back to the topic! WHY in the world do I always feel like I’m in a hurry?!?

Just last night I was joking about this with a few friends. We were talking about how annoying slow walkers are. While other people might be slightly inconvenienced by a slow walker, I legitimately find myself getting MAD. The sad thing is I’m not joking. After this realization, I find myself getting even more mad because I feel like I shouldn’t be mad in the first place. At this point, I am just one big ball of mad. As I sprint past them, I fight the urge to scream WHY ARE YOU SO RELAXED YOU NEED TO BE MORE STRESSED OUT LIKE ME!!!! I bet they’re thinking “Yep. You’re exactly what we want to be like.” Funny thing is, they usually end up walking slower after this outburst. .

So while me and my friends were joking about this, I realized something. I think I’m so mad because these people are so relaxed and I’m envious of that. I want to be like them. I want to be relaxed and calm and slow-walking my way through life. I don’t want to be this crazy stressed out maniac. I want to stop and smell the flowers every once in awhile.

So that’s what I did. Not necessarily the smelling the flowers part because I feel like that would be slightly creepy but I did try to slow down. Or should I say slooooow doooooown.

I’m usually so busy being stressed out that I don’t take the time to notice my surroundings. Like today, for instance. I walked around the neighborhood slow-man style and really NOTICED everything around me. The trees, the sky, the houses. The cars, the rocks, the flowers. I’m not sure if meditative walking is a thing but if so, I did it. And it was amazing. I was in awe of how quiet and peaceful and beautiful the world was. I was even more in awe of how I’ve never noticed it before.  And I thought to myself I have been missing out.

That’s what happens when we’re in a hurry. We miss out on the present moment. We’re so focused on getting to the next place that we don’t appreciate the place we’re in. And lets face it, life is too short to live that way. So this may just be one long rant that you can’t relate to and if that’s the case, sorry chief. BUT if you find yourself just as hurried and stressed out as me, I challenge you to a little something. Just for a day, focus on slowing down. Remind yourself that you’re not in a hurry. Take time to stop and smell the flowers (and if you do, please inform me if it really is that creepy.) But in all seriousness, take a chill pill, slow yo pace, and take a second to just enjooooy the moment you’re in.

XOXO Tate

 

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I’m Coming Home

So I just listened to a podcast about realignment and let me tell you, my mind is BLOWN. This is seriously the coolest concept to me and I just HAVE to share it with you guys! Hopefully this comes out the way I want it to but my brain is a little scattered right now because I’m just so overwhelmed and in awe of it all.

Okay. So let’s start with realignment. The first thing that comes to my mind is the chiropractor. You go to the chiropractor because something doesn’t feel right, something is off in your body. It needs to be readjusted and returned to it’s appropriate location. Twist something here, crack something there, and wa-la! You’re good as new. Simple enough.

But what about in our souls? What do we do when something doesn’t feel right? Who’s the chiropractor for the feelings that dwell deep inside of us? There has to be somewhere we can get realigned, readjusted, set back into place.

And that’s when Jesus comes into the picture. I’ve never quite heard of Him referred to as a chiropractor but just roll with me for a sec. You go to the chiropractor because something isn’t right in your body. He fixes it, you go on with life, and when something doesn’t feel right again, you go back. You return. Now Jesus is the same way. I can feel when something isn’t right in my soul. Either I made a mistake or did something I shouldn’t have done and right away, I can feel it. In my gut, in my heart, in the deepest parts of my being. And that is when I find myself feeling lost, confused, like I have wandered from my path. I need to turn around and go home. But where? Where do I go? Where do I return?

To return literally means to come or go back to a place or person. Read that again. To go BACK, people!!! I must go BACK to where I started, where I was created, where Jesus is.

In Genesis 1 it talks about how God created everything and after He was finished, He decided it was very good. The sky, the land, the waters. The sun, the trees, the people. It was alllll goooood. You, my friend, are good simply because you were created that way. Goodness is home base and home base is where you must return.

I find myself returning to God in different ways. Through nature, through yoga, through journaling. Through prayer, through movement, through worship. I imagine Jesus not being mad that I wandered off path, but simply wanting me to turn around and come home. To Him, to Eden, to goodness and light and love.

It’s just like hiking. You’re strolling along the path and then all of a sudden you realize, wait…where’s the path. I made a wrong turn somewhere, I got lost in the maze of cacti and more cacti, and here I am…not on the path. Great.

So what do you do? You look for the path. You retrace your steps. You RETURN. And once you find the path (hopefully), a sense of peace washes over you. Yep, I’m okay. I’m back on the path. Carry on.

There’s actually a story in the bible that is very similar to the example I just used. It’s in Luke 15 and it’s about a son who left his father and spent all his money on “wild living”. I feel like it was a sex, drugs, and rock and roll type of thing but don’t quote me, that part isn’t specifically in the bible 😉 However you wanna interpret it, this boy was off his path and enjoying every minute of it. Until, that is, the moment he realized just how screwed he really was. That moment when you’re hiking and you’ve lost your bearings. Decision time, peeps. Do you keep going or turn around? Carve out your own path or go on the path carved out for you? I don’t know about you, but I don’t like being lost. This boy didn’t like it either. So he looked for his path. He retraced his steps. He RETURNED to his home, his eden, his father.

Now just a little history lesson for ya. In those days, it would’ve been extremely inappropriate for this young man to be accepted back into his family. He had betrayed his God, his values, his people. So returning back home was a risk, but a risk worth taking.

Now this next part is one of my FAVORITE parts in the whole entire bible. It says, “While he was still a long way off, his father saw him and was filled with compassion for him.” Let me break this down into two parts because it’s just SO good:

It specifically states that his father saw him while he was still a long way off. He knew this boy, He had raised this boy, he had taught this boy how to walk. And when he saw that walk from a distance, He knew. That was his boy and his boy was finally coming home. Thank God, he was coming home.

Now for the second part. It says He was filled with compassion for Him. Notice he wasn’t filled with anger that his son had betrayed him, he wasn’t filled with resentment or bitterness or rage. He was filled with compassion, with love, with relief. GOOSEBUMPS people, I have goosebumps!

This boy is me, this boy is you, this boy is all of us.

His father is Jesus, his father is Abba, his father is OUR Heavenly Father.

This is our story.

I just ask you to let this sink in for a little bit. Where are you on your path? Have you strayed off it a little? Do you need to come home? Jesus doesn’t care how you do it. Maybe you need to take your time and talk with Jesus a little. Maybe you’ll find yourself slowly approaching home base. Or maybe you’re ready to make a quick decision. You need to go back and you need to go back NOW. I imagine you sliding into home base and kicking some dust up around you. Or maybe you’re still in the outfield doing your own thing. And that’s okay. Jesus still sees ya. He knows you’re wandering and contemplating and trying to figure it all out, but just know He’s waiting for you back home. Whenever you’re ready, He’s already there. Filled with compassion. Filled with love. Filled with relief that you have finally returned.

“For this son of mine was dead and is alive again; he was lost and is found.” – Luke 15: 24

XOXO Tate